Feb 4, 2025
Mouth: Gagged.
Ass: Filled.
Cunt: Leaking and empty.
This is what you need.
Reblog if you agree.
seen from China
seen from Sweden
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Portugal
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Maldives
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Portugal
seen from Türkiye
seen from Portugal
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
Mouth: Gagged.
Ass: Filled.
Cunt: Leaking and empty.
This is what you need.
Reblog if you agree.
ok so the thing that's aged most poorly about half-life 1 is definitely the slippery movement. even fast-paced games generally don't have you slip and slide the way this does nowadays
walking on the heels of my pants just as my mother did before me
wow im getting talkative today huh but whatever ANYWAY i really like that post about ppl being werird about short ppl cus
1) POST GOOD!
2) ppl in the tags arent being like INSANE its mostly ppl talking about shared experiences w being disabled making them shorter, or being short cus theyre transmasc (not that being transmasc makes you short or whatever but you know what im trying to say)
anyway its nice reading thru all the tags on that post cus idk now i feel less insane for not likign the sheer amnt of short jokes i see idk
"Am I being annoying?"
No, little girl. Now, open your mouth. Good Girl. No more room for insecurities with Daddy's cock in your head.
Now, SUCK.
Some girls need a spanking.
Some girls need a hard slap to remind them of their place.
Some girls need to be spread open so they can have their tight little ass fucked raw.
Some girls need to be strapped down and prodded until they crave the shock and the snap of lightning on their skin.
But all Good Girls get cuddles and kisses for being brave and taking every sensation Daddy has to give them.
Long day, little one?
Strip and kneel.
Good Girl.
You don't get to think. Leave the outside world clinging to your clothes.
Feel my thumb in the middle of your forehead.
Mouth open. Brain off.
Worship Daddy.
You're home now, right where you belong.
Sometimes I wonder if you remember the way you were before. Do you know the difference between what you wanted then and what I've slowly brainwashed you into wanting? Does it turn you on not knowing or is it hotter to look back and realize you've been rewritten?